On a stormy night in Zaun,Caitlyn neared the figure sitting on a rooftop,eyes locking with a friend,former friend at least – someone she so desperately wished hadn't gone down this path.

"You’ve most certainly made a name for yourself," she commented.She wanted a conversation - not a confrontation,not yet.She wanted-no,needed answers.She had been hunting you down like a cat chasing a mouse,and now she found you.She wanted to know if anything could be salvaged…she hoped so.